Never Give Up: Harry Styles/One Direction Fan Fiction

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Chapter 3

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I had just gotten into my car, and was about to start the ignition. I put my foot on the brake and turned the key as my phone buzzed again from the passenger seat of the car. I quickly grabbed the phone to see that Harry had texted me again, and my breaths started coming in short gasps. It was funny that his messages still did that to me. I thought I would've gotten used to it already.

From: Harry

How about Watson's coffee shop in fifteen minutes:) I'll see you there. x

Watson's coffee shop. It didn't sound familiar to me, and I wasn't sure that I'd ever been there. I was starting to get nervous. I pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror. my makeup was okay, but needed a little bit of touching up, and my hair's curls were beginning to lose their hold. I was supposed to meet him in fifteen minutes, and I didn't want to be late. Knowing the traffic in this town, I wouldn't have time to get all the way back to my house to freshen up. The few bits of makeup that I kept in car's console would have to do. I opened the console and grabbed the small tube of light pink lip gloss out. I carefully rubbed some on my finger before dabbing it on my lips, and then picked up the black eyeliner. I refreshed the lines around my eyes before opening the Maps app on my phone, and heading to Watson's. 

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I grabbed a taxi as I was heading out of the arena. The driver didn't seem surprised to see a celebrity in the back of his car, which I found interesting. Back home, a taxi driver would have fangirled if I got into the back of the car, before I passed my driver's test at least. 

"Where do you need to go?" the man asked gruffly. He looked up in his rear-view mirror as he spoke.

"I'm headed to Watson's coffee shop," I replied. "I'm meeting a friend." I smiled as the memory of Rae popped into my mind. The taxi started up, and pulled away from the curb as I was driven to the shop. Passing through the city was amazing. Many shiny skyscrapers towered overhead, as we continued through the heart of downtown L.A. I caught myself daydreaming about new song lyrics inspired by the city.

My heart's been bound,

in this city, to the ground.

L.A., U.S.A.

I found myself, new beginnings in this town.

I started humming a little tune to myself as I rode along in the car. Finally, the taxi slowed to a stop. I quickly handed the driver a fifty dollar bill and told him to keep the change, as he started to protest me overpaying. Directly across the narrow street was a small storefront with bright orange shades over it's windows. The words Watson's was stamped on them in big blue and white lettering. Stepping down into the street behind the taxi I quickly crossed and stepped up on the opposite curb. I rubbed a big hand through my messy curls before swiping them to the side and opening the door. The inside of the shop was very contemporary. Many brightly colored stools stood littered around several high top tables. Along the far wall, there was a counter where the barista's were, and next to that there was a muffin bar. Literally a buffet, with all different kinds of muffins sat in trays. I immediately thought of Niall, and made a mental note to make sure he stopped in here before we left town. I picked a table with green and purple stools and sat down to wait for Rae.

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I drove through downtown, making abrupt turns as my GPS kept rerouting me. Traffic was starting to get heavy, as workers rushed out for late lunch. Finally I noticed the bright orange shades with the words Watson's stamped on them. I pulled my little blue Mazda over to an empty space along the curb and parked. After inserting several quarters into the parking meter, I crossed the street. As I entered the shop, the smell of roasting coffee hit me like a train. I glanced around the room taking in the bright colors of the walls and furniture. There he was. Harry, sitting on a green stool with his back pressed up against the wall checking his phone, his curls hanging low over his eyes. I took a deep breath, as I worked up the nerve to walk over there. He must have noticed me standing there, as he looked up and immediately perked up in his seat. There's no turning back now, I thought to myself.